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lirik lagu real gutta shit – elcamino

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verse 1:

uh, yo, uh, yo, i’mma hit that, uh, yo, uh, yo, uh, yo
the 40 packin’, uh, i’m on all matten
young savage, i earn these patches on my only jacket (for real)
catch you in traffic while you lightin’ that bullsh*t
i’ll catch you at the lab while you right in that bullsh*t, uh
i take the cash like i’m standin’ in a pulpit, uh
free all my n*ggas locked down in that pulpit, uh (free my n*ggas)

chorus:

i wish you many rovers (skrr)
a hundred bricks, and a fridge fulla baking soda (and huntin’ sticks)
sh*t, my huntin’ days is over (my youngins rich)
doin’ hits in baby rollers (big gun and sh*t)
in the drought, we was skiin’ up (n*gga, run yo’ sh*ts)
f*cked up his bag, he kept skiin’ up (on some dumb sh*t)
n*gga k!lled his own homeboy (that’s that money sh*t)
payments kept comin’ in short, uh (that funny sh*t)
bodies keep droppin’ left and right (this that gutter sh*t)
that gutter sh*t, that gutter sh*t, n*gga, uh, my n*gga, this that gutter sh*t, this that gutter sh*t
bodies keep droppin’ lеft and right, uh (that gutter sh*t, that gutter sh*t, n*gga)
my n*gga, this that gutter sh*t, this that guttеr sh*t
bodies keep droppin’ left and right, uh (that gutter sh*t, that gutter sh*t, n*gga)
my n*gga this that gutter sh*t, that gutter sh*t
bodies keep droppin’ left and right, uh (that gutter sh*t, that gutter sh*t, n*gga)
my n*gga, this that gutter sh*t, that gutter sh*t
verse 2:

uh, yo, if i catch you lackin’ i’mma whack you with no ski mask (haha) on the verge of goin’ platinum
went for quart of water and i owe my master’s (i owe my master’s)
the only time y’all eat is when i’m fastin’
bought these prada frames 60 crafted, uh
yo’ bands is gettin’ low, somehow you movin’ backwards
we ain’t from different tax brackets, check your mathematics (check your math, lord)
my little b*tch doin’ lashes, i’m investin’ in weed
she said this where the cash is, guess i was destined to be
one of the illest rappin’, one of the greatest mcs
cut from a different fabric, sh*ttin’ out rap beef
we put n*ggas in caskets (uh)
i might rob one o’ yo n*ggas’ sh*t, ashes to ashes

outro:

uh, bodies keep droppin’ left and right, uh
we shootin’ at n*ggas on sight

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